Ah this week.It has been good on so many levels, despite this blue haze I seem stuck in. I am beginning to think I got a little baby blues going on, it’s the only reason I can think of that I can’t shake this mild funk I’m in.
However life does not stop cause I’m in a funky mood.
Jerry started his new job this week. (Whoo!!Whoo!!) He was seriously like a kid getting ready for the first day of school.
“Raquita! I can’t find my pants!”
“Didn’t I just buy you pants for school, sorry work?”
“I wore them yesterday. And I dropped stuff on ‘em, and I took all of the other pants you bought to the tailor, and the cleaners cause I wore them already.”
“So grab your other pants.”
“I don’t have any other pants.”
“Wear these.” Handing him some jeans.
“I don’t wanna wear Jeans on the first day.”
“What about these, these or these?” handing him three pairs of slacks. Insert pregnant pause here.
“Where’d you find these?”
Shakes head walks away.
He’s become more spry and playful, like the Jerry of old. And I got my first comment about the fact that he now makes more money than me. The irony is that honestly I didn’t make that much more than him, seriously it was like 2 bucks an hour. But now he’s all salaried. And his base salary is way more than I make. And I don’t care, we took vows man! “til death do us part and put my name on your account!” I didn’t realize he cared enough to really notice.
Men. Go figure.
As long as he remembers that I’m still on his bank account, his rejoicing on being the primary bread winner will probably be short lived. The more money he makes, the more I exercise my shopping gene. (not really, sort of, in a general ‘any shopping is more than I do now’ kinda way.) Although I want like a dozen of these things.
The training has him thinking the job is gonna be harder than he expected, however I will say every job I ever had the trainer is supposed to make you think the job is the most important, most secure, highly important thing ever, then you finish training and go to the real world. (see a paper plane fly past your face…) okay maybe not that lax, but we’ll see.
Cammy is solidly in her toddler faze. More like her father than I think I ever expected her to be. They are both so very very silly, and like to play, all the time. Shes testing her boundaries. ALL. THE.TIME.
“Cammy, don’t lick your hands at the table, or rather in general.”
She proceeds to lick her hands. “Didn’t I just say don’t do that?”
“Um, no mommy.”
We exchange blank stares. “Go to time out now Cammy.”
Shes still my best big girl – but man she is testing the limits of my conviction not to beat her little butt.
Bri is my silent joy. I know it won’t last long so I am enjoying it now. She’s not really silent though she talks all the time. And she smiles right when you need it.
I think I want to paint the living room, and buy a couch.
I just heard crickets chirpin.
Just wait til Jerry reads THAT one.
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And by “I want to paint” do you mean “Jerry will paint”?:)